Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.